Romans & histoires Reborn As A Cybertronian Fanfiction

Not once did they smile. By the end, I wanted to walk out. But I didn’t. Because as much as I loathed them, I realized something. This body had been forged in rejection, in striving for impossible approval. It had been honed in fire. And fire was exactly what I needed. As the car drove me home, I stared out at the city lights, my reflection a stranger in the tinted glass. My old life had been stolen by people I trusted. This new one had been crushed beneath people who never cared.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

He looked like a fairytale prince, like the man I once trusted with my soul. Like he hadn’t ripped it out of my chest. My knees buckled, My father held me upright, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears. And then everything began to make sense. The Moon Goddess answered me. She heard my prayer, she sent me back to take my revenge. I had just been reborn six years back, to my wedding day with Darren. To the very day I married the man who would kill me and his unborn child. To the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I recounted the events, the dark twists and turns that had brought us to the precipice of this ancient discovery. "It all began with a tragedy," I confessed, my voice quivering with raw emotion. "I was once a different person, living a seemingly ordinary life. But then... then I died. My boyfriend, Mark, betrayed me in the cruelest of ways. He took my life, leaving me lost in the abyss of death." Dr. Thorne leaned forward, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Reborn in the past," he mused, his voice laced with understanding. "A chance for redemption, perhaps?"

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

But the second I chose James, I threw it all away to play the docile Luna. Didn't matter that my bloodline was purer. He never doubted he could keep me on a leash. This time? He couldn't be more wrong. *** In the days that followed, I played the weak card—too tired to do even basic Luna stuff, stuck in bed "for the pup." Only a total idiot gets reborn and still breaks her back for the guy who ruined her. Without me running things, James spiraled. Alpha life? Already hectic. Without his Luna? Chaos.

My wolf paces but doesn't try to dissuade my triangle of thought. I was twenty-one. Blind for three years. I—I died, I think. Keith— I can't even bear to finish that one. The betrayal, the pain, the fire… all of it rushes back. I died. “Here, drink this,” my father says, handing me a glass of water. I take it from him, if only to give myself something to do. I’ve been sent back. Reborn. Could it be the Goddess left this as a gift for me?